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The gathered soldiers of the empire fell to the ground with a shriek, discarding their bows and swords. Cedric rubbed his eyes. Something huge was looming over. He heard heavy breathing and the sound of hooves. A huge moose rose up in front of him, its fur glowing with a white light, as did its eyes. "Forest Spirit," Cedric whispered in awe. The moose lowered itself, inviting him. Cedric struggled to his feet and, with some effort, climbed onto the animal's back.

“How do you know that?” Rowan shrugs. “I’ve stumbled upon a few other supernaturals over the past year. A lot of them are surprisingly chatty. Especially after they figure out that I’m a vampire.” He shrugs his bony shoulders. “There’s this angel that works at the blood bank that gives me blood bags when he can. He’s pretty cool. Said that I reminded him of his kid. He even gave me a book on supernaturals.” He says as he rifles through a nearby bag and produces the book. “Here.” He tosses it to me before he turns back and begins to unfold blankets across the mattress. “I’m tired, man. You can stay if you want. Just don’t try anything funny.”

Razali added. “Anything else?” “I had men sweeping the spot with the Colonel’s men.” ASP Wong said. “According to reports, nothing was found. Not yet.” Colonel stated. I smiled. This was a sign of a supernatural phenomenon where a human accidentally transgresses into the other arena, the non-human dimension, and becomes trapped there. They are therefore unseen by the humans even though they may be physically next to them. “If you look closer, I think the boys must have seen something... or someone.”

I grinned, having so much pleasure from Silas' pale face. Silas was growing restless. Wolves and other supernatural creatures cultivate their spirituality, so poisonous meals could actually stop their advancement in the martial way. That alone, was enough to get Morse Garden smashed into smithereens by a bunch of angry supernaturals. “You, you were recording me? Why would you do that?” Silas fumed. “This is seriously inhumane of you.” “That's because I am not human, I am a wolf.” My eyes nearly rolled out of my head.

Chapter 26: Next Step Traeger It doesn’t take long to get to the Institute. We park a few miles down, making sure we’re not spotted. A few miles ago, we turned off all the lights in our vehicles and drove in the dark. One of the upsides of being Supernatural is that we have excellent night vision. There are still Lycans out looking for me. Unfortunately for the doctors, the Lycans are not reporting that they’ve seen us. They still assume that my men are under the control of the receptors.

I hated his proud smile. "There he is, Bazaar's new and most powerful hunter," I heard whispers from each side of the crowd. I listened closely to what they were saying. "I heard he killed 10 werewolves last night with his bare hands," I heard another whisper within the crowd. I looked at Turner discovering all the whispers were about him, that's why his body is covered and sticky with blood.

Not that I wasn’t guilty of that too, but Canada’s justice system wasn’t exactly privy to that information. By the time I’d made it through the line, and they were done questioning me, it was already almost dusk. I was finally on my way when I found myself somewhere between Montreal and Ottawa, speeding along the highway, and a moose came out of nowhere. I must have been too busy daydreaming to notice it in time because my car slammed right into it. It shattered my windshield with its antlers, peeled back the roof of my car with its five-hundred-kilogram body, and ended up in my back seat, dead on impact.

“The answer to your question is yes,” Mr. Morgenstern said. Hannah and I glanced at each other before turning back to him. It felt good to be prove right. “Werewolves exist and there are a lot of them in this town,” he continued. His wife slipped her dainty hand into his. They were seated on a loveseat couch while the three of us were on a four sitter opposite theirs. Mrs. Morgenstern seemed like the perfect stepford wife who did nothing but care for her husband and the family. “In fact, there are more supernatural beings than humans in this town.”

McCoy is watching it all in wonder, not sure what to think. “What is going on here?” he asks in amazement as he watches our small band fight against the majority of the warriors of River City Pack. And winning. “Don’t be afraid,” I place a hand on his shoulder as I explain about Moon Wolves, witches, and how I cleared the spell from his system. “So the witches aren’t all dead?” of all the things I said, that seemed to scare him the most, more than the fact that I can heal with my touch and Bash can harm his mind.

A woman stood before me, her hair woven from moonlight, her eyes endless. “You know who I am,” she said. I sank to my knees. “Moon Goddess.” She smiled sadly. “Child of suppression.” “I didn’t know,” I whispered. “I didn’t choose this.” “None of you ever do,” she replied gently. “But choice is not where power begins. It is where fear ends.” The ground trembled. “Your wolf waits,” she said. “She has waited long enough.” The world cracked— And I woke up screaming. Something answered me from deep inside.